I woke in a sort of daze. Stumbling out of my bedroom, I moved into the main room. Sunlight flooded through the windows and I blinked it back. My head pounded at the light and I brought a hand up to try and block it out. The doctors had warned me not to drink, especially after I had...hurt myself, that it would tax my body too much, but I had ignored them. I staggered into the kitchen and put the kettle on. My mind was groggy and slow, but one thing remained in my vision when I closed my eyes. Him. Those dark, not quite black curls, those colorful eyes, those damn cheekbones-
Screeeeeeeeeeeee
The sharp noise cut through my vision and increased the pounding of my head. I moved the teapot from the stove and proceeded to make the tea, moving on autopilot. I pulled out a cup, then another before I stopped.
Two cups.
I slid to sit on the floor and put my head in my hands. I just sat there for a while, not moving, not crying, but my thoughts never leaving him.
Distantly I heard my phone buzz and I stood slowly. I pulled the phone off the table and checked the messages. My breathing stopped. It was from Sherlock.
No, I reminded myself, it was just some person with Sherlock’s phone. It wasn’t him. Some person who liked messing with my mind. I checked the messages.
John, tell me about your father. Did he... Did he hit you? Please, its important.
I stared at the phone, trying to block the memories. I had hidden them for so long I thought they were gone, but they flooded back quickly.
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Short, but important.
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What do you want to be when you grow up? I don't want to be alone.
Fanfiction(Wholock) Sherlock has just finished dealing with the last of the snipers aimed on John (with a bit of help from the Doctor) and is on his way home to his blogger. But what will happen when the TARDIS lands in the wrong time and Sherlock finds a you...
